Hitting the Brakes [Short Story]

Hitting the Brakes [Short Story]

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This is a short story of a woman and her thoughts just moments after finally telling her boyfriend to break-up. It's just one chapter. Different than my usual writings but a story formed in my mind and I had to write it down. P.S. Loosely based from real life. Leave your feedback. Love to know what you think.
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